Part Two of House Calls:

"Holmes! What did you say this time?"
"Say? You mean I have to *say* something to deserve a bloody nose? News to me."
"Enough cheek boy. I saw what happened, now what did you say to Sedgwick?"

The ten year old Sherlock huffed slightly. He hated having to explain *again*.

"You see but you don't *observe*. I was merely pointing out a rather large blue object in the corner of the football field that hadn't been there moments previously."
He stopped. As though this warranted a full explanation.
"And?"
Sherlock sighed again.
"*And* because it was not there when Sedgwick turned he thought that I was misdirecting him in order to cost him the game." He paused. "Untrue. I have little to no interest in sport."
"Nevermind that Holmes, why would you make up some story about a 'blue object'-"
"Blue box."
"-about a blue box-"
"A Police Box."
"It doesn't matter if it was a sodding police box! Detention for telling such outright lies Holmes. Report to me at 3:30."
"Yes Mr Harding." Sherlock said forlornly.

Only a quick one, but there's a couple of others coming up!